Jack climbed the rock face slowly and laboriously, feeling for finger and toeholds provided by narrow crevices and ledges. It was hard work, every foot gained through strenuous effort, but he needed to reach the top of this ridge, where a small alien scout ship had crashed.
His right hand gripped a ledge sticking out about eighteen inches above his head. He was an experienced climber, but he wondered how the others were getting on.
Just a little further.
A hand reached down to help him. Jack stared at Ianto. “How’d you get here so fast?”
“We took the footpath.”